I recently ordered wool for my spinning group. We ordered alot of wool. A LOT of wool. 96 pounds to be exact. When I added it all up, I almost fainted. I had visions of a 16 wheeler backing up to my house and dumping bags and bags into my backyard.
After a quick email to reassure me that the wool would come in only a few boxes, I placed the order. I wasn’t completely convinced that there wouldn’t be an enormous truck pulling up to my house, but wool is pretty squishable, and the UPS man only had 3 boxes for me:
My mom happened by the next day, just as I was getting ready to open the boxes and sort all the wool. She sat on the couch, surrounded by the newspaper and mail, chatting as I opened the first box.
Here’s what 25 pounds of wool looks like, and this is highly compressed wool (note the scientific photo with a pineapple for size comparison):
If you look closely, you can see a size difference between the compressed roving in the center of the bump, and the more relaxed roving at the top. By the time I had sorted out the roving, that pineapple was buried!
By the time I finished sorting all the wool, I had bags full of wool, taking up every available inch of space in my living room. My mother was curled into the corner of the couch, and I was laughing so hard I could barely see. I hope tears don’t felt the wool!